About this user
"With all this stressin
The question I wonder is after death, after my last breath
When will I finaly get to rest? Through this supression
they punish the people that's askin' questions
And those that possess, steal from the ones without possesions
The message I stress: to make it stop study your lessons
Don't settle for less - even the genius asks-es questions
Be grateful for blessings
Don't ever change, keep your essence
The power is in the people and politics we address
Always do your best, don't let the pressure make you panic
And when you get stranded
And things don't go the way you planned it
Dreamin of riches, in a position of makin a difference
Politicians and hypocrites, they don't wanna listen
If I'm insane, it's the fame made a brother change
It wasn't nuttin like the game
It's just me against the world"
"Now who's to say if I was right or wrong?
To live my life as an outlaw all along
Remain strong in this planet full of player haters
They conversate but Death Row full of demonstrators
And in the end drinking Hennessey made all my enemies envy me
So cold when I flow eliminating easily
Fall to their knees, they plead for their right to breathe
While beggin me to keep the peace
Well I can see close into achieve
In times of danger don't freeze time to be a g
Follow my lead I supply everything you need
An ounce of game and the training to make a g
Remember me, as an outcast outlaw
Another album out that's what I'm about, more
Gettin raw till the day I see my casket
Buried as a g while the whole world remembers me
Until the end of time"
"Multiple gunshotz fill the block,
The fun stopz
Niggaz is callin' copz
People shot, nobody stop
I wonder when the world stopped carin'
Last night, two kidz shot, while the whole block starin'
I will never understand this society,
First they try to murder me,
Then they lie to me?
Product of a dyin' breed
All my homiez tryin' weed'
Now the lil' baby iz crazed, raised off of hennessy
Tell me why my enemiez flee when they see me
Believe me,
Even thugz gotta learn to take it easy
Listen,
Three intermissions, searchin' hard for a plan
Turnin' Bad Boyz into grown men, it's on again
Give a holla to my niggaz in the darkest cornerz
Role the perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya
One love from a thug, rollin wit' a posse of paranoid drug dealerz
Until the end my friendz, I'm seein' nothin' but my dreamz comin' true,
While I'm starin' at the world through my rearview."
Hometown
Temple of the Screaming Electron (1994-2008)
Occupation
Philosopher, Professional Writer, Contract Killer, Soapsalesman, and Deathdefier
Companies
Solid Snake Industries, Dial Soap Co., Totse Inc, Trevor Turnbeq Inc.
Interests
Here, I'll dumb it down for you.
Graffiti, Friends, BMX, Insomnia, Food, Girls, Weed, Football, Basketball, Pranks, Music, Grape Juice, Fighting, Reading, Parkour, Writing, Poker, Backyard Ballistics, Politics, Conspiracy, Religion (That's what I live for), Our Founders (aka, History), Biology, Chemistry, Genetics, and chasing The Cool.
